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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3506069" data-attributes="member: 36973">Ismark smirks at both Janis and Jarrith, rubbing his dry lips. "You both are daft." He points at the ruined barricades and the mob of dead and the much smaller group of living. "Forty? That number is mad. The people are hungry and would not be able to fight. That is what the barricades were for." He then looks at the retreating Janis. "And as for my concern of the people... if you have not noticed, I claim no right to rule these folks. In addition, it is not like I am holding them. Some have already left, seeking to find what family may still be above the ground. I am no different from they." The man's words are true---half a dozen villagers have furtively walked into the afternoon mists, though against the advice of haunted looking spouses or frightened children.Ismark makes his way over to the well, stepping over former zombies as he does so. He splashes a bit of water over his face and takes a sip before spitting it out, cursing. Apparently he has reconsidered. "Feh. Parriwimple!" He calls out loudly. The dim witted man from last night appears from the small throng. "Get those Visanti bastards, if any remain, to help you put this up again. Best we not take any chances. I'm sure some of these heroes will help." It is unclear whether there was any disdain in that last bit."Irene is either dead or safe. Another hour will not likely change that. And if it does, so be it." He begins making his way back to Tavern. "Get me when it is done. I'm thirsty." </blockquote>

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